Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Baron rotates my hips, turning me to face him, then picks me up and sets my heated ass on the top of the dresser. He pushes my knees wide and invades my personal space, grabbing my ass with both hands and yanking my core right up against his body as he dips his head for the kiss.
My core contracts, knees clamping around his waist as his tongue delves into my mouth.
This time I’m eager for it. I kiss him back, my lips sliding over his. My hands come to his chest and coast over his pectoral muscles. I work the buttons on his shirt.
He catches my wrists, and I go still, catching his gaze to interpret why he stopped me.
“Good girl,” he praises. My belly flutters in response. I shouldn’t love it, but I do. “Now lean back on your elbows.”
I try to figure out what he means. He puts a finger in the center of my chest and pressed backward. I fall on my hands first, then, finally understanding, lower to my forearms.
“That’s it, malyshka. So fucking beautiful.” He slides his hands under my knees and reaches for my ass, forcing my legs wider, dangling over his biceps. One firm yank, and my ass is right at the edge of the dresser.
I gasp at the sudden movement then gasp again when he yanks the gusset of my panties to the side, ripping the pink lace. “Oh.”
I’ve had sex before. I’m not a blushing virgin bride, but this is something different.
Baron has the skill and confidence of a man who’s had a hundred lovers. And I hate all of them.
Except the moment his tongue makes contact with my lady bits, I’m grateful for his skill. He traces my inner lips, sucks the outer ones. He finds my clit and laves it with his tongue.
I cry out, tension building. My inner thighs shake and tighten against his shoulders.
He takes his time, dropping to his knees to improve the angle, penetrating me with his tongue. When he manages to suck my clit, it’s too much. I rock my hips, pressing my wet heat into his face for more.
But then some part of me doesn’t want to shatter. I don’t want him to succeed. I need to maintain my strength.
“How many?” I demand.
He lifts his head, his mouth glossy with my juices and raises his brows in question.
“How many women have you…done that with?”
His lips twitch with faint amusement, but then his expression returns to the serious, inscrutable one he usually gives me. He slowly rises, and I regret my interruption. I want his mouth back on me, teasing me, winding me up to orgasm.
He steps in close, and I start to sit up. “Ah ah,” he tuts.
I freeze, caught in his commanding brown gaze, then ease back down to my forearms.
“Good girl.” He rewards me by sliding the pad of his middle finger through my juices. He continues the slow glide, up and down along my slit, then dipping into my entrance. “You want to know how many submissives I’ve mastered?”
Do I? Part of me feels a little sick about it. But the rest of me needs to know.
My indecision is made worse by his full penetration with two fingers. He curls them into me, stroking inside, setting me on fire. “Wait.”
I’m going to come, but I don’t want to. I can’t take the vulnerability. Or giving Baron the win.
I start to sit up, but he distracts me by pumping quickly, the tips of his fingers hitting the place that drives me wild every time.
“Baron–”
“Take your finger-fuck and show me how you let go when you come.” His voice has a stern, commanding tone he hasn’t used with me before.
I squirm on the dresser. “I can’t–”
“Take it, or I’ll turn you back over and spank you until you scream.”
The threat breaks something apart inside me. The orgasm rips through me without warning, and I spasm around his fingers, crying out in surprise.
He stops pumping his fingers and holds them inside me, his warm palm molding to cup my mons. The heel of his hand presses against my clit, wringing even more of a release from me.
“Gospodi!”
“Mmm. That was pretty.” Baron starts slowly fucking me with his middle finger, while keeping the heel of his hand against my clit. “You took it so well, malyshka.”
I’m panting, the spinning room starts to right itself again. As it does, awareness of the fact that I was the one who came undone while he stayed fully dressed and in control creeps in.
I don’t like the gash of vulnerability that cuts across my chest.
Baron must read sense my exposure because he slips his fingers out of me, loops an arm behind my back and pulls me up to straddle his waist. “Come on. Let’s get in the shower.”